The Twilight Zone (1959–1964): Season 2, Episode 1 - King Nine Will Not Return - full transcript
A pilot of a downed WW II bomber comes to in the African desert and desperately tries to find out what happened to the rest of his crew.
( eerie music)
YOU'RE TRAVELING THROUGH
ANOTHER DIMENSION...
A DIMENSION NOT ONLY OF
SIGHT AND SOUND, BUT OF MIND.
A JOURNEY INTO A WONDROUS
LAND OF IMAGINATION.
NEXT STOP, THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
THIS IS AFRICA, 1943.
WAR SPITS OUT ITS
VIOLENCE OVERHEAD,
AND THE SANDY
GRAVEYARD SWALLOWS IT UP.
HER NAME IS KING NINE:
B-25 MEDIUM BOMBER,
12th AIR FORCE.
ON A HOT, STILL MORNING,
SHE TOOK OFF FROM TUNISIA
TO BOMB THE
SOUTHERN TIP OF ITALY.
AN ERRANT PIECE OF FLAK
TORE A HOLE IN A WING TANK
AND, LIKE A WOUNDED BIRD,
THIS IS WHERE SHE LANDED...
NOT TO RETURN ON THIS
DAY OR ANY OTHER DAY.
OH... OH, YEAH, I REMEMBER NOW.
AT LEAST I REMEMBER PARTS OF IT.
WING TANK HIT...
AND LOST FUEL ALL THE WAY OVER,
FELL BEHIND, WENT OFF
COURSE AND BELLIED IN.
AND THE CREW...
WHAT ABOUT THE CREW?
HEY, DID THEY BAIL OUT?
DID I ORDER THEM TO BAIL OUT?
NO.
NO, I DIDN'T.
WE ALL RODE IT IN... ALL OF US.
ME... ME... I'M JAMES
EMBRY, CAPTAIN.
YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S WHO I AM.
UH... BLAKE, COPILOT
KRANSKY, RADIO OPERATOR
AND WAVE-SCANNER,
AND JIMENEZ, NAVIGATOR.
CONNORS... HE WAS A TAIL GUNNER.
KLEIN... HE WAS THE
UPPER TURRET GUNNER.
NOW, LET'S SEE.
WHO ELSE? WHO ELSE?
BLAKE?
BLAKE?
JIMENEZ?
JIMENEZ?
BLAKE?
CONNORS?
KRANSKY?
KLEIN?
JIMENEZ?
HEY!
HEY!
ALL RIGHT, NOW. ALL RIGHT, NOW.
PIECE IT TOGETHER.
PIECE IT TOGETHER.
THAT'S WHAT I HAVE TO DO.
JUST PIECE IT ALL TOGETHER.
WE BELLIED IN... WE BELLIED IN,
AND I MUST HAVE BEEN
THROWN CLEAR OF THE PLANE.
YEAH. YEAH, THAT'S
WHAT HAPPENED.
IT KNOCKED ME COLD.
YEAH, I MAY HAVE
BEEN OUT FOR HOURS.
AND THEN THE OTHERS WERE...
WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS?
WHERE ARE THEY?
THEY DIDN'T JUMP.
THEIR CHUTES ARE STILL HERE.
AND THEY'RE NOT DEAD.
THEY... THEY COULDN'T BE DEAD.
AND, IF THEY LEFT THE
PLANE AND STARTED WALKING,
WHY DIDN'T THEY TAKE ME?
BLAKE!
KLEIN! KRANSKY!
CONNORS?
JIMINEZ?
( radio static)
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
MAYDAY. MAYDAY.
KING NINE CALLING
FIREFLY. MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
COME IN, PLEASE.
( static)
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! COME IN, PLEASE!
( radio goes silent)
AH, EASY NOW, EASY NOW.
THINK ABOUT IT SOME.
DON'T GO OFF HALF-COCKED.
THERE ARE REASONS.
THERE ARE EXPLANATIONS.
THE CREW IS SOMEPLACE
AND... AND, FOR SOME REASON,
AND I'M ALONE FOR SOME REASON.
EVERYTHING LOOKS
TILT, BUT THERE'S...
THERE'S LOGIC BEHIND IT.
THERE'S LOGIC FOR EVERYTHING.
I JUST HAVE TO...
I JUST HAVE TO KEEP
IT COOL, THAT'S ALL.
THINK ABOUT IT RATIONALLY.
THE MAIN THING...
THE MAIN THING I
GOT TO KEEP IN MIND IS
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS CREW.
I'M IN CHARGE.
AS FAR AS IT'S WITHIN MY
POWER, I GOT TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.
I GOT TO GET THEM OUT OF THIS.
I COMMAND THIS AIRCRAFT,
AND I'M IN CHARGE,
AND I'M RESPONSIBLE.
( clanking)
BLAKE?
BLAKE, IS THAT YOU?
BLAKE?
BLAKE?
BLAKE?
( metal screeching)
KLEIN?
SERGEANT KLEIN?
YOU INCREDIBLY STUPID JERK, YOU.
YOU DROPPED YOUR CANTEEN.
YOU STUPID BRONX COWBOY, YOU.
YOU'RE IN THE DESERT
NOW, YOU IDIOT.
YOU'RE GOING TO NEED WATER.
I STILL HAVE TO
NURSEMAID YOU GUYS, HUH?
SOME CREW I GOT HERE.
RUN AROUND THE...
IT'S NOT FUNNY, BOYS.
IT'S STRICTLY NOT... NOT FUNNY.
BLAKE! BLAKE!
BLAKE... IT'S ME, EMBRY.
IT'S ME, EMBRY, BLAKE.
BLAKE.
BLAKE?
BLAKE, WHERE'D YOU GO?
BLAKE?
WHAT'S THE GAG?
OH, COME ON, FELLAS.
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU GUYS.
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
I'M RESPONSIBLE.
MAYDAY.
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
MAYDAY. MAYDAY.
PANCAKED IN DESERT
ONE HOUR AND 30 MINUTES
FROM LAST CHECKPOINT.
BEARING 29...
HALLUCINATIONS...
THE WHOLE THING COULD
BE AN HALLUCINATION.
I COULD BE LYING
OUT THERE IN THE SAND
WITH A FRACTURED SKULL.
I MIGHT NOT EVEN
BE STANDING HERE.
I MIGHT BE DYING OUT
THERE IN THE DESERT.
ALL THIS IS WHAT I'M JUST...
MAKING UP IN MY MIND.
OR MAYBE I'M... I'M SLEEPING,
AND I'M HAVING A DREAM.
HEY, MAYBE I'LL WAKE UP,
AND I'LL BE BACK AT THE BASE.
OR MAYBE I TIED ONE ON,
AND I'M IN A BOOTH
AT A BAR SOMEPLACE...
WITH A PRETTY GIRL.
( laughing)
OH, THIS ONE TEARS IT.
THIS ONE REALLY TEARS IT.
WAIT TILL THE MEDICS
GET AHOLD OF ME.
THEY'LL NEVER LET LOOSE.
THEY'LL HAVE TO PUT ME ON TOUR.
IF THEY EVER LET ME
OUT OF THE BIN, THAT IS.
NOW, JUST A SECOND.
JUST A SECOND.
I SAW HIM SITTING THERE.
YEAH.
AND THAT WAS NO HALLUCINATION.
I SAW BLAKE SITTING RIGHT HERE.
NOBODY CAN TELL ME DIFFERENT.
I SAW HIM SITTING
RIGHT IN THIS SEAT.
BLAKE!
BLAKE!
CONNORS! KLEIN!
HOW ABOUT IT, CREW?!
YOU HEAR ME, ANYBODY?!
HEY!
ALL RIGHT, KING NINE CREW!
THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN!
HOW ABOUT IT, YOU GUYS?
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU JERKS!
YOU'RE GIVING ME
SOME BUM ACTION HERE!
YOU'RE THROWING
CURVES, GENTLEMEN!
HOW ABOUT IT, TEAM?
HOW ABOUT IT, CREW?
LOOK, I'M SUPPOSED TO
LOOK AFTER YOU GUYS!
( tapping)
BLAKE!
CONNORS!
KLEIN... I'M SORRY.
I DIDN'T KNOW.
REST IN PEACE, BUDDY.
REST IN PEACE, KID.
( airplanes buzzing overhead)
HEY... WHAT KIND OF
AIRCRAFT ARE THOSE?
WAIT A MINUTE HERE.
WHAT KIND OF PLA...?
WHAT ARE THEY?
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANY
PLANES LIKE THAT BEFORE.
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANY JETS.
JETS?
JET AIRCRAFT?
HOW DO I KNOW
ABOUT JET AIRCRAFT?
THIS IS 1943.
THERE'S NO SUCH
THING AS JET AIRCRAFT,
BUT I KNOW ABOUT IT.
I KNOW ABOUT JET
AIRCRAFT... F-106s, F-105s, B-58s.
I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT.
HEY!
HEY, WHERE YOU GUYS GOING?!
HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!
HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
BLAKE!
BLAKE! CONNORS?!
BLAKE!
YOU EVER HEAR A JET AIRCRAFT...
F-105s, F-106s, B-58s?
JETS! JETS!
CREW!
HEY, CREW!
NOW, COME ON, WE
GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT.
NOW, WE'RE NOT GOING
TO BE ABLE TO WALK OUT.
WE CAN'T WALK OUT.
THAT'S FOR SURE.
THAT'S FOR POSITIVE.
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO FLY.
FLY.
COME ON, BOYS! COME ON!
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE
TO PROP UP THE SHIP,
GET THE WHEELS DOWN,
TRY TO TAKE HER OFF...
GET HER IN THE AIR.
AND, BOYS, I'LL GET HER BACK.
YOU CAN TRUST ME.
I'LL GET HER BACK.
( laughs)
IT DOESN'T MAKE
ANY DIFFERENCE...
BECAUSE YOU'RE AN ILLUSION.
YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST.
I'M DEAD...
OR I'M KNOCKED OUT...
OR I'M OFF IN LIMBO SOMEPLACE.
OH...
OH, I SEE.
I'M UNCONSCIOUS.
OR I'M CRACKED UP
IN SOME ARMY BASE.
SOME TEENY-WEENY LITTLE WARD.
OR I DON'T EXIST...
ANY MORE THAN YOU DO.
CREW, I'M ALL RIGHT.
COME ON, CREW.
COME ON BACK.
YOU CAN BREAK THE SILENCE NOW.
I GOT AN IDEA.
HEY, YOU CAN YELL AT ME.
YELL AT ME!
( laughs)
OH, HEY, WHY DON'T YOU JUST...?
OH, THIS IS FUNNY.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST...
SPRING UP OUT OF THE SAND
LIKE A BUNCH OF JUMPING JACKS,
AND JUST STAND THERE,
AND JUST LAUGH, SEE?
JUST... LA...
KLEIN!
KLEIN!
FELLAS, I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK.
OH, NO.
FELLAS?
NO.
NOW, LOOK, FELLAS.
PLEASE... KLEIN.
BLAKE?
KRANSKY?
PHANTOMS.
EVERYTHING'S A PHANTOM.
THERE ISN'T A THING...
NOT A SINGLE THING THAT'S REAL.
OH, GOD.
OH, GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
WON'T YOU LET ME IN ON IT?
PLEASE LET ME IN ON IT, GOD.
PLEASE LET ME IN ON IT.
OH, GOD.
LET ME IN ON IT.
OH, GOD.
OH, PLEASE.
PLEASE...
Man: JAMES EMBRY,
AGE 41, SINGLE.
IT HAPPENED THIS MORNING.
WENT BY A NEWSSTAND,
LOOKED AT A PAPER,
THEN WENT INTO SHOCK.
WHEN THE AMBULANCE GOT
THERE, HE WAS ALMOST CATATONIC.
IS THIS WHAT SET IT
OFF? THIS FRONT PAGE?
THAT'S WHY I THOUGHT
WE OUGHT TO HAVE A
PSYCHIATRIST IN ON IT.
IT'S VERY ODD.
I THOUGHT SO, TOO,
SO I CHECKED WITH THE
PENTAGON IN WASHINGTON
ON HIS ARMY BACKGROUND.
CAPTAIN, AIR FORCE, B-25,
AFRICA AND ITALY, 37 MISSIONS,
DISCHARGED AUGUST
1943, RECURRENT FEVERS.
SOME SUGGESTION OF
PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTURBANCE,
BUT HE WAS DISCHARGED
BEFORE THEY COULD
FIND OUT MUCH ABOUT IT.
AND THIS WAS HIS PLANE.
HIS PLANE AND HIS CREW.
TOOK OFF FOR ITALY
ON WHAT WAS SUPPOSED
TO BE A ROUTINE FLIGHT.
EMBRY NEVER WENT
ON THAT LAST MISSION.
REPORTED IN ILL,
AND SOMEONE ELSE
FLEW THE PLANE FOR HIM.
NEVER GOT BACK.
AND, FOR 17 YEARS,
HE'S BEEN CARRYING
THAT AROUND IN HIS GUT.
YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, MR. EMBRY.
YOU'RE IN A HOSPITAL.
WE'LL LOOK AFTER YOU.
CRAZY DREAM.
CRAZY DREAM.
I WENT BACK.
I WENT BACK TO THE DESERT.
THAT'S ALL RIGHT,
MR. EMBRY... NO, NO, NO.
SORRY, MR. EMBRY.
YOU WENT BACK TO THE DESERT.
THEN WHAT?
I WENT BACK TO MY PLANE.
I WAS LOOKING FOR THE FELLAS.
I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR THEM.
I SAW BLAKE,
BUT IT WAS... IT WAS
A MIRAGE, AN ILLUSION.
HE WASN'T THERE.
NONE OF THEM WERE THERE.
IT WAS AN ILLUSION, MR. EMBRY
BUT YOU'RE OUT OF IT NOW.
YOU'RE GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE PLANE.
I SHOULD HAVE GONE
ON THAT MISSION.
I CHICKENED OUT!
YOU DIDN'T CHICKEN OUT.
YOU HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING
THAT PLANE WASN'T
GOING TO COME BACK.
NOW YOU REALIZE IT
MORE AS TIME GOES BY,
AND YOU'LL FEEL BETTER FOR IT.
IT'S OUT IN THE OPEN NOW.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIDE IT
IN A PIT DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
THAT'S WHAT'S BEEN
HURTING YOU ALL THESE YEARS.
ANOTHER CRAZY THING...
UH... UH... AN ILLUSION
OR A DREAM OR WHATEVER.
I WAS OUT THERE
IN THE DESERT AND...
ABOVE ME... IN THE SKY... JETS.
JETS.
ISN'T THAT WILD?
1943.
AFRICAN DESERT.
AND JET PLANES OVERHEAD.
JUST AS IF I...
JUST AS IF I... HAD
GONE BACK THERE...
TODAY.
DID I?
DID I GO BACK?
DID I GO BACK TO MY PLANE?
IN YOUR MIND... THAT'S
HOW YOU WENT BACK.
ONLY IN YOUR MIND.
ONLY IN MY MIND.
GO BACK TO SLEEP NOW, MR. EMBRY.
YOU'RE GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.
I THINK THE WORST
PART OF IT IS OVER.
AT LEAST THE GUILT
IS OUT IN THE OPEN,
AND HE KNOWS WHAT IT IS.
THAT ILLUSION CERTAINLY
SEEMS REAL TO HIM.
IN A COUPLE OF DAYS, A WEEK,
IT WILL LOSE ALL REALITY.
DOCTOR, THESE ARE
MR. EMBRY'S CLOTHES.
YOU LEFT THEM IN THE
EXAMINATION ROOM.
PUT THEM ON THE
DESK HERE, NURSE.
I'M GOING BACK IN THE
ROOM. I'LL TAKE THEM IN.
I'D LIKE TO TALK TO
HIM IN A DAY OR SO.
FINE. I'LL KEEP A CHECK ON HIM.
Nurse: WHAT'S THAT?
IT'S SAND.
ENIGMA BURIED IN THE SAND...
A QUESTION MARK
WITH BROKEN WINGS
THAT LIES IN SILENT GRACE AS
A MARKER IN A DESERT SHRINE.
ODD HOW THE REAL
CONSORTS WITH THE SHADOWS...
HOW THE PRESENT
FUSES WITH THE PAST.
HOW DOES IT HAPPEN?
THE QUESTION IS ON
FILE IN THE SILENT DESERT.
AND THE ANSWER?
THE ANSWER IS WAITING
FOR US IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
MAN: ROD SERLING, THE
CREATOR OF TWILIGHT ZONE,
WILL TELL YOU ABOUT
NEXT WEEK'S STORY
AFTER THIS WORD FROM
OUR ALTERNATE SPONSOR.
AND NOW, MR. SERLING.
INSIDE THIS CURIO
SHOP NEXT WEEK,
FROM AMIDST THIS
OLD-SCHOOL ROCOCO
AND SOME FUSTY,
MOTH-EATEN ANTIQUARY,
WILL EMERGE A
BOTTLE... THIS ONE.
AND FROM IT WILL STEP A GENIE
TO GIVE MR. LUTHER
ADLER FOUR WISHES.
BUT HE'LL DISCOVER,
AS WILL ALL OF YOU,
THAT THERE'S AN
ECONOMICS TO MAGIC...
A HIGH COST OF WISHING.
NEXT WEEK, A MOST
INTRIGUING TALE...
THE MAN IN THE BOTTLE.
THANK YOU, AND GOOD NIGHT.
SEE THE NEW ANDY
GRIFFITH SHOW EACH WEEK
OVER MOST OF THESE STATIONS.
CONSULT LOCAL LISTINGS.
YOU'RE TRAVELING THROUGH
ANOTHER DIMENSION...
A DIMENSION NOT ONLY OF
SIGHT AND SOUND, BUT OF MIND.
A JOURNEY INTO A WONDROUS
LAND OF IMAGINATION.
NEXT STOP, THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
THIS IS AFRICA, 1943.
WAR SPITS OUT ITS
VIOLENCE OVERHEAD,
AND THE SANDY
GRAVEYARD SWALLOWS IT UP.
HER NAME IS KING NINE:
B-25 MEDIUM BOMBER,
12th AIR FORCE.
ON A HOT, STILL MORNING,
SHE TOOK OFF FROM TUNISIA
TO BOMB THE
SOUTHERN TIP OF ITALY.
AN ERRANT PIECE OF FLAK
TORE A HOLE IN A WING TANK
AND, LIKE A WOUNDED BIRD,
THIS IS WHERE SHE LANDED...
NOT TO RETURN ON THIS
DAY OR ANY OTHER DAY.
OH... OH, YEAH, I REMEMBER NOW.
AT LEAST I REMEMBER PARTS OF IT.
WING TANK HIT...
AND LOST FUEL ALL THE WAY OVER,
FELL BEHIND, WENT OFF
COURSE AND BELLIED IN.
AND THE CREW...
WHAT ABOUT THE CREW?
HEY, DID THEY BAIL OUT?
DID I ORDER THEM TO BAIL OUT?
NO.
NO, I DIDN'T.
WE ALL RODE IT IN... ALL OF US.
ME... ME... I'M JAMES
EMBRY, CAPTAIN.
YEAH, YEAH, THAT'S WHO I AM.
UH... BLAKE, COPILOT
KRANSKY, RADIO OPERATOR
AND WAVE-SCANNER,
AND JIMENEZ, NAVIGATOR.
CONNORS... HE WAS A TAIL GUNNER.
KLEIN... HE WAS THE
UPPER TURRET GUNNER.
NOW, LET'S SEE.
WHO ELSE? WHO ELSE?
BLAKE?
BLAKE?
JIMENEZ?
JIMENEZ?
BLAKE?
CONNORS?
KRANSKY?
KLEIN?
JIMENEZ?
HEY!
HEY!
ALL RIGHT, NOW. ALL RIGHT, NOW.
PIECE IT TOGETHER.
PIECE IT TOGETHER.
THAT'S WHAT I HAVE TO DO.
JUST PIECE IT ALL TOGETHER.
WE BELLIED IN... WE BELLIED IN,
AND I MUST HAVE BEEN
THROWN CLEAR OF THE PLANE.
YEAH. YEAH, THAT'S
WHAT HAPPENED.
IT KNOCKED ME COLD.
YEAH, I MAY HAVE
BEEN OUT FOR HOURS.
AND THEN THE OTHERS WERE...
WHAT ABOUT THE OTHERS?
WHERE ARE THEY?
THEY DIDN'T JUMP.
THEIR CHUTES ARE STILL HERE.
AND THEY'RE NOT DEAD.
THEY... THEY COULDN'T BE DEAD.
AND, IF THEY LEFT THE
PLANE AND STARTED WALKING,
WHY DIDN'T THEY TAKE ME?
BLAKE!
KLEIN! KRANSKY!
CONNORS?
JIMINEZ?
( radio static)
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
MAYDAY. MAYDAY.
KING NINE CALLING
FIREFLY. MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
COME IN, PLEASE.
( static)
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY! COME IN, PLEASE!
( radio goes silent)
AH, EASY NOW, EASY NOW.
THINK ABOUT IT SOME.
DON'T GO OFF HALF-COCKED.
THERE ARE REASONS.
THERE ARE EXPLANATIONS.
THE CREW IS SOMEPLACE
AND... AND, FOR SOME REASON,
AND I'M ALONE FOR SOME REASON.
EVERYTHING LOOKS
TILT, BUT THERE'S...
THERE'S LOGIC BEHIND IT.
THERE'S LOGIC FOR EVERYTHING.
I JUST HAVE TO...
I JUST HAVE TO KEEP
IT COOL, THAT'S ALL.
THINK ABOUT IT RATIONALLY.
THE MAIN THING...
THE MAIN THING I
GOT TO KEEP IN MIND IS
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS CREW.
I'M IN CHARGE.
AS FAR AS IT'S WITHIN MY
POWER, I GOT TO KEEP THEM ALIVE.
I GOT TO GET THEM OUT OF THIS.
I COMMAND THIS AIRCRAFT,
AND I'M IN CHARGE,
AND I'M RESPONSIBLE.
( clanking)
BLAKE?
BLAKE, IS THAT YOU?
BLAKE?
BLAKE?
BLAKE?
( metal screeching)
KLEIN?
SERGEANT KLEIN?
YOU INCREDIBLY STUPID JERK, YOU.
YOU DROPPED YOUR CANTEEN.
YOU STUPID BRONX COWBOY, YOU.
YOU'RE IN THE DESERT
NOW, YOU IDIOT.
YOU'RE GOING TO NEED WATER.
I STILL HAVE TO
NURSEMAID YOU GUYS, HUH?
SOME CREW I GOT HERE.
RUN AROUND THE...
IT'S NOT FUNNY, BOYS.
IT'S STRICTLY NOT... NOT FUNNY.
BLAKE! BLAKE!
BLAKE... IT'S ME, EMBRY.
IT'S ME, EMBRY, BLAKE.
BLAKE.
BLAKE?
BLAKE, WHERE'D YOU GO?
BLAKE?
WHAT'S THE GAG?
OH, COME ON, FELLAS.
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU GUYS.
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?
I'M RESPONSIBLE.
MAYDAY.
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
KING NINE CALLING FIREFLY.
MAYDAY. MAYDAY.
PANCAKED IN DESERT
ONE HOUR AND 30 MINUTES
FROM LAST CHECKPOINT.
BEARING 29...
HALLUCINATIONS...
THE WHOLE THING COULD
BE AN HALLUCINATION.
I COULD BE LYING
OUT THERE IN THE SAND
WITH A FRACTURED SKULL.
I MIGHT NOT EVEN
BE STANDING HERE.
I MIGHT BE DYING OUT
THERE IN THE DESERT.
ALL THIS IS WHAT I'M JUST...
MAKING UP IN MY MIND.
OR MAYBE I'M... I'M SLEEPING,
AND I'M HAVING A DREAM.
HEY, MAYBE I'LL WAKE UP,
AND I'LL BE BACK AT THE BASE.
OR MAYBE I TIED ONE ON,
AND I'M IN A BOOTH
AT A BAR SOMEPLACE...
WITH A PRETTY GIRL.
( laughing)
OH, THIS ONE TEARS IT.
THIS ONE REALLY TEARS IT.
WAIT TILL THE MEDICS
GET AHOLD OF ME.
THEY'LL NEVER LET LOOSE.
THEY'LL HAVE TO PUT ME ON TOUR.
IF THEY EVER LET ME
OUT OF THE BIN, THAT IS.
NOW, JUST A SECOND.
JUST A SECOND.
I SAW HIM SITTING THERE.
YEAH.
AND THAT WAS NO HALLUCINATION.
I SAW BLAKE SITTING RIGHT HERE.
NOBODY CAN TELL ME DIFFERENT.
I SAW HIM SITTING
RIGHT IN THIS SEAT.
BLAKE!
BLAKE!
CONNORS! KLEIN!
HOW ABOUT IT, CREW?!
YOU HEAR ME, ANYBODY?!
HEY!
ALL RIGHT, KING NINE CREW!
THIS IS YOUR CAPTAIN!
HOW ABOUT IT, YOU GUYS?
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU JERKS!
YOU'RE GIVING ME
SOME BUM ACTION HERE!
YOU'RE THROWING
CURVES, GENTLEMEN!
HOW ABOUT IT, TEAM?
HOW ABOUT IT, CREW?
LOOK, I'M SUPPOSED TO
LOOK AFTER YOU GUYS!
( tapping)
BLAKE!
CONNORS!
KLEIN... I'M SORRY.
I DIDN'T KNOW.
REST IN PEACE, BUDDY.
REST IN PEACE, KID.
( airplanes buzzing overhead)
HEY... WHAT KIND OF
AIRCRAFT ARE THOSE?
WAIT A MINUTE HERE.
WHAT KIND OF PLA...?
WHAT ARE THEY?
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANY
PLANES LIKE THAT BEFORE.
I'VE NEVER SEEN ANY JETS.
JETS?
JET AIRCRAFT?
HOW DO I KNOW
ABOUT JET AIRCRAFT?
THIS IS 1943.
THERE'S NO SUCH
THING AS JET AIRCRAFT,
BUT I KNOW ABOUT IT.
I KNOW ABOUT JET
AIRCRAFT... F-106s, F-105s, B-58s.
I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT.
HEY!
HEY, WHERE YOU GUYS GOING?!
HEY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!
HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!
BLAKE!
BLAKE! CONNORS?!
BLAKE!
YOU EVER HEAR A JET AIRCRAFT...
F-105s, F-106s, B-58s?
JETS! JETS!
CREW!
HEY, CREW!
NOW, COME ON, WE
GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.
WE'VE GOT TO GET OUT.
NOW, WE'RE NOT GOING
TO BE ABLE TO WALK OUT.
WE CAN'T WALK OUT.
THAT'S FOR SURE.
THAT'S FOR POSITIVE.
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE TO FLY.
FLY.
COME ON, BOYS! COME ON!
WE'RE GOING TO HAVE
TO PROP UP THE SHIP,
GET THE WHEELS DOWN,
TRY TO TAKE HER OFF...
GET HER IN THE AIR.
AND, BOYS, I'LL GET HER BACK.
YOU CAN TRUST ME.
I'LL GET HER BACK.
( laughs)
IT DOESN'T MAKE
ANY DIFFERENCE...
BECAUSE YOU'RE AN ILLUSION.
YOU DON'T EVEN EXIST.
I'M DEAD...
OR I'M KNOCKED OUT...
OR I'M OFF IN LIMBO SOMEPLACE.
OH...
OH, I SEE.
I'M UNCONSCIOUS.
OR I'M CRACKED UP
IN SOME ARMY BASE.
SOME TEENY-WEENY LITTLE WARD.
OR I DON'T EXIST...
ANY MORE THAN YOU DO.
CREW, I'M ALL RIGHT.
COME ON, CREW.
COME ON BACK.
YOU CAN BREAK THE SILENCE NOW.
I GOT AN IDEA.
HEY, YOU CAN YELL AT ME.
YELL AT ME!
( laughs)
OH, HEY, WHY DON'T YOU JUST...?
OH, THIS IS FUNNY.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST...
SPRING UP OUT OF THE SAND
LIKE A BUNCH OF JUMPING JACKS,
AND JUST STAND THERE,
AND JUST LAUGH, SEE?
JUST... LA...
KLEIN!
KLEIN!
FELLAS, I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK.
OH, NO.
FELLAS?
NO.
NOW, LOOK, FELLAS.
PLEASE... KLEIN.
BLAKE?
KRANSKY?
PHANTOMS.
EVERYTHING'S A PHANTOM.
THERE ISN'T A THING...
NOT A SINGLE THING THAT'S REAL.
OH, GOD.
OH, GOD, WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?
WHAT'S HAPPENING?
WON'T YOU LET ME IN ON IT?
PLEASE LET ME IN ON IT, GOD.
PLEASE LET ME IN ON IT.
OH, GOD.
LET ME IN ON IT.
OH, GOD.
OH, PLEASE.
PLEASE...
Man: JAMES EMBRY,
AGE 41, SINGLE.
IT HAPPENED THIS MORNING.
WENT BY A NEWSSTAND,
LOOKED AT A PAPER,
THEN WENT INTO SHOCK.
WHEN THE AMBULANCE GOT
THERE, HE WAS ALMOST CATATONIC.
IS THIS WHAT SET IT
OFF? THIS FRONT PAGE?
THAT'S WHY I THOUGHT
WE OUGHT TO HAVE A
PSYCHIATRIST IN ON IT.
IT'S VERY ODD.
I THOUGHT SO, TOO,
SO I CHECKED WITH THE
PENTAGON IN WASHINGTON
ON HIS ARMY BACKGROUND.
CAPTAIN, AIR FORCE, B-25,
AFRICA AND ITALY, 37 MISSIONS,
DISCHARGED AUGUST
1943, RECURRENT FEVERS.
SOME SUGGESTION OF
PSYCHOLOGICAL DISTURBANCE,
BUT HE WAS DISCHARGED
BEFORE THEY COULD
FIND OUT MUCH ABOUT IT.
AND THIS WAS HIS PLANE.
HIS PLANE AND HIS CREW.
TOOK OFF FOR ITALY
ON WHAT WAS SUPPOSED
TO BE A ROUTINE FLIGHT.
EMBRY NEVER WENT
ON THAT LAST MISSION.
REPORTED IN ILL,
AND SOMEONE ELSE
FLEW THE PLANE FOR HIM.
NEVER GOT BACK.
AND, FOR 17 YEARS,
HE'S BEEN CARRYING
THAT AROUND IN HIS GUT.
YOU'RE ALL RIGHT, MR. EMBRY.
YOU'RE IN A HOSPITAL.
WE'LL LOOK AFTER YOU.
CRAZY DREAM.
CRAZY DREAM.
I WENT BACK.
I WENT BACK TO THE DESERT.
THAT'S ALL RIGHT,
MR. EMBRY... NO, NO, NO.
SORRY, MR. EMBRY.
YOU WENT BACK TO THE DESERT.
THEN WHAT?
I WENT BACK TO MY PLANE.
I WAS LOOKING FOR THE FELLAS.
I LOOKED EVERYWHERE FOR THEM.
I SAW BLAKE,
BUT IT WAS... IT WAS
A MIRAGE, AN ILLUSION.
HE WASN'T THERE.
NONE OF THEM WERE THERE.
IT WAS AN ILLUSION, MR. EMBRY
BUT YOU'RE OUT OF IT NOW.
YOU'RE GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.
I SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON THE PLANE.
I SHOULD HAVE GONE
ON THAT MISSION.
I CHICKENED OUT!
YOU DIDN'T CHICKEN OUT.
YOU HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING
THAT PLANE WASN'T
GOING TO COME BACK.
NOW YOU REALIZE IT
MORE AS TIME GOES BY,
AND YOU'LL FEEL BETTER FOR IT.
IT'S OUT IN THE OPEN NOW.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO HIDE IT
IN A PIT DEEP INSIDE OF YOU.
THAT'S WHAT'S BEEN
HURTING YOU ALL THESE YEARS.
ANOTHER CRAZY THING...
UH... UH... AN ILLUSION
OR A DREAM OR WHATEVER.
I WAS OUT THERE
IN THE DESERT AND...
ABOVE ME... IN THE SKY... JETS.
JETS.
ISN'T THAT WILD?
1943.
AFRICAN DESERT.
AND JET PLANES OVERHEAD.
JUST AS IF I...
JUST AS IF I... HAD
GONE BACK THERE...
TODAY.
DID I?
DID I GO BACK?
DID I GO BACK TO MY PLANE?
IN YOUR MIND... THAT'S
HOW YOU WENT BACK.
ONLY IN YOUR MIND.
ONLY IN MY MIND.
GO BACK TO SLEEP NOW, MR. EMBRY.
YOU'RE GOING TO BE ALL RIGHT.
I THINK THE WORST
PART OF IT IS OVER.
AT LEAST THE GUILT
IS OUT IN THE OPEN,
AND HE KNOWS WHAT IT IS.
THAT ILLUSION CERTAINLY
SEEMS REAL TO HIM.
IN A COUPLE OF DAYS, A WEEK,
IT WILL LOSE ALL REALITY.
DOCTOR, THESE ARE
MR. EMBRY'S CLOTHES.
YOU LEFT THEM IN THE
EXAMINATION ROOM.
PUT THEM ON THE
DESK HERE, NURSE.
I'M GOING BACK IN THE
ROOM. I'LL TAKE THEM IN.
I'D LIKE TO TALK TO
HIM IN A DAY OR SO.
FINE. I'LL KEEP A CHECK ON HIM.
Nurse: WHAT'S THAT?
IT'S SAND.
ENIGMA BURIED IN THE SAND...
A QUESTION MARK
WITH BROKEN WINGS
THAT LIES IN SILENT GRACE AS
A MARKER IN A DESERT SHRINE.
ODD HOW THE REAL
CONSORTS WITH THE SHADOWS...
HOW THE PRESENT
FUSES WITH THE PAST.
HOW DOES IT HAPPEN?
THE QUESTION IS ON
FILE IN THE SILENT DESERT.
AND THE ANSWER?
THE ANSWER IS WAITING
FOR US IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
MAN: ROD SERLING, THE
CREATOR OF TWILIGHT ZONE,
WILL TELL YOU ABOUT
NEXT WEEK'S STORY
AFTER THIS WORD FROM
OUR ALTERNATE SPONSOR.
AND NOW, MR. SERLING.
INSIDE THIS CURIO
SHOP NEXT WEEK,
FROM AMIDST THIS
OLD-SCHOOL ROCOCO
AND SOME FUSTY,
MOTH-EATEN ANTIQUARY,
WILL EMERGE A
BOTTLE... THIS ONE.
AND FROM IT WILL STEP A GENIE
TO GIVE MR. LUTHER
ADLER FOUR WISHES.
BUT HE'LL DISCOVER,
AS WILL ALL OF YOU,
THAT THERE'S AN
ECONOMICS TO MAGIC...
A HIGH COST OF WISHING.
NEXT WEEK, A MOST
INTRIGUING TALE...
THE MAN IN THE BOTTLE.
THANK YOU, AND GOOD NIGHT.
SEE THE NEW ANDY
GRIFFITH SHOW EACH WEEK
OVER MOST OF THESE STATIONS.
CONSULT LOCAL LISTINGS.